Professor's Pet, Pt 3.*
Warnings: sub!Kate; dark!Dom!Owner!Reader; dark!widow; standing cnc; collaring; leash-training; dumbification; physical punishments; degrading; oral; training; voyeurism/exhibitionism; dom/sub-master/pet dynamics in public; sharing; flirting; power imbalance professor/students; public sexual acts; orgasm control; strap-on use; fingering; presence of weapons; brat!Wanda
Kate made it back to the classroom just in time, with 30 seconds to spare, out of breath, flushed and slightly sweaty. You smirked as she skidded into the room, an instant flush on her face as she caught your eyes before staring at the ground and maneuvering back to her seat. You walked up behind her, inhaling sharply. You could smell her. She was successful. “Good puppy,” you cooed in her ear, lifting her hand from the desk and biting her fingertips. She yelped slightly in surprise but almost immediately started squirming in her seat. Desperate again already. You tangled you fingers in her hair, tugging her hair back slightly as you smiled at her. You could see the pulse in her throat, her eyes wide and her breath ragged. It took every ounce of control you had to not throw all of your control out of the window, pin her to the desk and fuck her senseless. But there would be time for that. You released her suddenly at the sound of approaching feet, moving back to your desk and smirking as you glanced down at your schedule. This class was going to be fun.
Halfway into the lecture, you had already covered early civilization through the Roman Colosseum and the crime and punishment plays it produced. Now it was time to have some fun. “Ms. Bishop, if you could come to the front of the class and assist in a demonstration, please.” It wasn’t a request, and no one took it for one. Kate only hesitated for a moment before she was on her feet, attempting to tug her skirt down slightly from all the running she had done. It wasn’t successful.
“Yes Professor?” Kate’s eyes were wide, clearly unprepared for this particular seminar on punishment as public entertainment.
“Across all time periods, in all areas of the world, treason has been one of the most serious of offenses, who can tell me why?” You ignored Kate entirely, stepping to her side as your eyes swept the classroom. “Yes, Ms. Maximoff?”
“Because humanity is trash?” Wanda answered your question with a sarcasm you saw coming, and a smirk crossed your face.
“As eloquent an answer as that was, Ms. Maximoff, had you done the assigned reading – or written the correct assignment – it is incorrect.” You caught the faintest blush on Wanda’s face, and the faintest, corresponding smirk on Kate’s at your response. Kate remained standing at the front of her class facing the whiteboard, her hands clasped loosely behind her back as she moved nervously on her feet. She had no idea what was in store for her. She tensed as you approached behind her, your fingertips lightly tracing her shoulders.
“Vikings believed treason to be punishable by their most notorious of executions, the Blood Eagle. While this method has been refuted a few times, it does have significant descriptive evidence. Understanding the visual, however, is a bit difficult, which is why I’ve asked our lovely TA to help me demonstrate.” The class gasped collectively when you pulled a large, wickedly sharp knife out of your top desk drawer.
“The point of the blood eagle was, as is most public punishment, to send a message to anyone else who may have harbored thoughts of committing similar misdeeds.” You leaned closer to Kate, whispering in her ear, out of hearing of the rest of the class. “Relax, princess.” Kate squared her shoulders determinedly. The tip of the knife rested on her upper back, directly between the blades of her shoulders.
“The cuts would begin here, deep enough to expose the bone underneath.” You traced the blade along Kate’s spine, down to the middle of her back. “The entire time, the ‘traitor’ would be conscious, awake, and – most importantly – silent. To scream or show weakness during this process was to have the gates of Valhalla closed to you forever, the worst possible outcome for a Viking warrior.” You glanced around the room again, catching a strange glimmer in Wanda’s eyes as her vision fixated on the blade you were wheeling. Kate, on the other hand, sighed in relief when the knife slid back into the drawer, earning a low chuckle. It was going to get so much worse. You stalked to the cabinet in the corner, pulling out a curved, ornately handled axe. You loved this part. The reaction was audible from across the room.
“With the spine and ribs exposed, this is the next step. The ribs would be meticulously separated from the spine, allowing them to be spread open.” You clicked the next slide on the projector, depicting a skull with its ribs spread. “Then the lungs would be placed on top of the ribs, resembling the folded wings of an Eagle, hence the name.” You tried to hide your smile when you noticed that half of the class – including the guys – had started turning greenish. Kate was a lovely shade of red, however, but you couldn’t tell yet if it was embarrassment or something else, though you were leaning towards the latter. Wanda alone seemed unphased. You smirked slightly. Interesting. The bell rang, signaling the end of your day, and the merciful end to today’s demonstration for Kate. The class filed out; Kate eying the axe still clutched in your grip.
“Do you know how to use all of those?” She asked softly. You glanced down at the weapon, hefting it lightly and testing its weight.
“Yes.” You shrugged, replacing the axe and securely locking the cabinet. You didn’t want to talk about it. Not now. Possibly not ever. “Get our things, please. We’re going home.” Kate snapped to action faster than you thought possible and you watched as she collected the pile of papers you now had to grade, as well as your materials, placing them all neatly into your messenger bag, which you slung easily over your shoulder. As you walked towards the car, Kate’s hand bumped yours and you smiled as her skin lingered for a moment, like she was trying to hold your hand. Sweet thing.
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Three hours later and you had walked Lucky, made dinner, made sure Kate ate dinner and took Lucky out for his post-dinner pee. You sunk finally into your desk chair, sighing at the stack of papers in front of you.
“Professor?” Kate’s voice was soft. “Can I do anything for you?”
“Come here and be a good girl while I get some work done, okay? Tell me what you learned today.” You gestured to the floor beside your chair, and Kate nodded, moving towards you with something extended in her hand. Her leash. Your eyes softened immediately. “Such a good girl.” Kate blushed at the praise, and again as your fingers slid up the center of her chest to link the chain to her collar. You tugged slightly, and the younger woman immediately went to her knees without hesitation. With the leash wrapped securely around your wrist, your hand started playing with Kate’s hair as she spoke to you softly about your classes and the subjects you had covered. You grabbed the pen off of your desk, moved the chair slightly closer and got to work.
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Two hours later and your fingers were drumming on the desk and muttering under your breath at the audacity that some of these students had for wasting your time. Kate whined beside you slightly, and you shifted your attention to where she was lightly pushing on your leg. “What is it princess?” You murmur, smiling down at her, grateful for the momentary distraction. Your eyebrows raised as her hands started moving higher. Puppy was testing her boundaries, and it was adorable. She got mid-thigh before you tugged the leash, still wrapped in your left hand. “What are you doing?” Your voice was sharp, but not unkind. Kate bit her lip, staring up at you.
“I want to help, Professor.” Kate continued chewing on her bottom lip as you stared at her for a moment before nodding and sliding back from your desk enough to allow her access. You gave the leash as much slack as possible while still holding on for the moment as her fingers moved slowly up your thighs. She increased pressure on your skin beneath your joggers before moving higher. You let her get to the waistband before you caught her hands, shaking your head.
“Not yet,” you growled. Kate’s jaw jutted almost defiantly – it was adorable – but nothing that a slight tug couldn’t fix. Instead of pulling back, however, Kate continued forward, her mouth pressing against the fabric of your joggers directly over your core, making you catch your breath. Fuck. Her mouth began moving against you, trying to get as much of you as she could with the fabric blocking her from her target. Your fingers clenched against the arms of the chair as your grip on the leash tightened, holding her against you. Her mouth was muffled, but you could hear faint whines as she tried to get closer to you any way she could.
You moved her hands back down to your thighs as you pulled the next paper in front of you, resuming your grading.
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An hour later and Kate’s whines had grown louder, her fingers digging grooves into your thighs as she clutched onto you, her mouth still trying to get to you any way it could. She found a particularly sensitive spot and nipped at it, and you twitched involuntarily, glancing down to see her smiling up at you, her hands starting their way upwards towards your waistband again. She hesitated when she got there, watching you closely. You nodded. She got your joggers and boxers down only as far as necessary before her mouth was on you and you were pushing your hips up to meet her tongue. Dropping the leash in favor of her hair, you gripped tightly, grinding against the woman on her knees in front of you. Her hands moved up over your stomach, digging into your skin. You watched as she devoured you, desperate for you and you felt your entire body clenching already. You tugged on her hair, momentarily pulling her mouth away and she whined loudly. “Please,” she whispered. You panted slightly as you stared at her, covered in you and begging to continue. You felt your abdomen tense, every nerve ending on fire as you stared at her before nodding and releasing your grip. Kate immediately resumed, her tongue flicking your clit before she started sucking. She remembered.
Your brain was already buzzing and you relaxed in your chair, feeling everything at once. Kate’s eyes locked on yours as your breath caught in your chest. You were close, and she knew it. “Fuck,” the expletive was more like a growl as your stomach clenched. Instead of stopping or pausing, Kate merely raised her eyebrows in a silent plea. You nodded. “Okay baby,” you murmured, your hand caressing her cheek softly as she smiled, humming against your clit, pleased with your response. Her sucking intensified and it was all you could do to hang on as you went crashing over the edge far easier than usual, nearly drowning the girl on her knees in front of you. When you finally tugged her head away from your still pulsing clit, she was grinning at you. Cheeky.
You smirked, retrieving the leash and tugging upright while you stood, stepping out of your joggers all the way in the process. Your mouth crashed against hers as you nipped at her lips, tasting yourself all over her. She moaned into you as you pushed her into your desk, holding her in place as your tongue reclaimed her mouth after a long day. She was already squirming, trying to get as close to you as possible. Pulling away finally, you lead her across the room, allowing her hands to lift your shirt over your head on the way while your fingers worked the buttons on hers. You pointed to the drawer beside the bed and smirked as Kate’s eyes widened when she opened it, blushing furiously as she selected what she wanted and handed it to you. When you crashed into her after fastening it securely, you both fell backwards onto the bed, the strap bumping against her through her skirt and making her whine. You chuckled as you lifted yourself off of her enough for her to remove the last of her clothing before she tugged you down again, your bodies finally crashing together desperately. When you finally ended up on your back, Kate slid onto the strap easily, her hands gripping your shoulders as you guided her hips, moving her much more slowly than she would have liked.
“Fuck Professor,” she was whining, her head thrown back as you pulled her hips down the rest of the way, plunging into her. Her thighs clenched around your legs, fingers digging into you as your grip finally relaxed, allowing her to move. The two of you began to move together like you’d been doing it for ages, and you almost drooled at the sight of the leash moving against her flushed skin, making her react to the cool metal when it brushed a sensitive spot. When Kate’s hips stopped moving in a recognizable rhythm, your grip returned, forcing her to slow down. You tugged on the leash, making her lean down over you as you licked her lips. “Please,” she whimpered into you when you broke apart again. You smirked. Your hold on her hips released again as your hands started wandering up her back, and Kate didn’t waste the opportunity. She started grinding against you immediately, your fingertips tracing little patterns all over her skin. You pinched her nipples roughly, making her gasp and shake slightly on top of you. Her whines turned into almost-screams when your thumb pressed down against her clit. Kate’s entire body tensed in a desperate attempt to keep the orgasm at bay. “Fuck..please…can I?” The syllables were so stuttered that it didn’t sound like English, but you got the gist.
“Cum for me pretty girl, but don’t make me wait.” Kate nodded as you leaned forward, your fingers digging into your back as your teeth sank into her neck, letting her ride you. You held her securely, feeling the orgasm rip through her violently before you changed your mind. “Good girl,” you whispered, kissing her cheek softly and smiling. Kate’s post-orgasmic glow was almost angelic. You guided her off your lap as she sank down in the bed, her head nesting into your chest.
“How much more do you have to work, Professor?” She asked finally, breaking the easy silence between you. You growled, a low rumble in your chest, and Kate tensed, nuzzling into your skin to soothe you.
“Just a little while,” you answered finally, taking a deep breath and preparing to move. Kate whined when you began to sit up and you grinned down at her. “Want more?” You asked teasingly, your eyebrow raising. She nodded and smiled, a blush easily moving across her face.
“I just want to help,” Kate murmured, smirking up at you. You laughed, triggering a glowing smile on the younger woman’s face.
“Set your timer for an hour, Puppy, and come sit in my lap and keep me warm.”